... 2:03 PM...
Lilian’s foot pressed hard on the gas, the engine growling as the car sped down the narrow, crowded street. 2:04 PM blinked on the dashboard, and anxiety twisted in her stomach. She was late—way too late for work.
She glanced in the rearview mirror. The black car was still there. Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but now it was impossible to ignore: it had been tailing her for blocks.
She tried to shake it off. It was just some driver in a rush, right? Probably heading the same way. But no. It stayed too close. Too close to be coincidence.
Her pulse quickened as she swerved through traffic, taking a sharp turn at an intersection. She glanced again. The black car had followed, maintaining that unnerving distance.
“Stay calm. Stay calm,” Lilian muttered
